From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.
Haiku 876
10/29/20
pale blue gut feeling
deepening into purple
the more you told me
Haiku 877
10/29/20
ladle dip scoop bail
old tired just plain unwilling
balky rowboat sinks
Tanka 217
10/29/20
the oak tree spreads out
an acre of yellow stars
your rake gathers up
arrays and arranges for
a change of constellations
Tanka 218
10/29/20
The oak tree insists
The leaf argues letting go
The wind gust decides
on the side of change: the leaf
is sent flying to your rake.
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I like especially 217. (K)
And we are in this fantastic time of year, just starting out with falling leaves!
Not quite here yet, but coming soon.
All four poems are terrific but I especially love 217. That idea of the fallen leaves as golden stars is beautiful.
I love falling leaves and ever since I was young I could just watch them come down. It always seemed they were otherworldly somehow, the act of detaching themselves, they weren’t leaves anymore.